September 24, 1998 9:45 p.m.

the tori amos concert was last night. she was amazing, as usual. i probably would have enjoyed it more if my company was into it too. ah well, live and learn. afterward we went to the house of blues and i drank myself into oblivion (which i haven't done in a terribly long time), making good use of my inherited alcoholic tendencies. i'm positive i made an ass out of myself, though my date disagrees. he's just happy because i danced with him (imagine that. swinging while drunk. dizzy, dizzy, dizzy). i don't usually do that. well, he stayed sober so at least i got home safely. although about halfway home my stomach and that last kamakazi had a terrible disagreement(wanna guess who won?). i took a shower when i got home to wash off all the goth-like crap from my face and then went to bed. there's not a whole hell of a lot i remember after that. but, i hear i was quite selfish and unentertaining. oh well. c ya.